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IN  MEMORIAM 


ULYSSES  S.GRANT 


PATRIOT!  SOLDIER  1  STATESMAN  I 


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MEMORIAL  EXERCISES  AT  MECHANICS'  PAVILION,  SAN  FRANCISCO, 
SATURDAY,  AUGUST  8,  A.D.  1885 


1  Voluntary, 

2  Prayer, 

3  Hymn,  "  Bock  of  Ages,"     - 

4  Scriptural  Beading, 

5  Hymn,  "  Sleep  Thy  Last  Sleep," 

6  Scriptural  Beading, 

7  Prayer, 

8  Hymn,  "  Nearer,  My  God,  to  Thee,"  CHORUS  AND  AUDIENCE 

9  Address,  BEV.  BISHOP  C.  H.  FOWLER,  D.  D. 

10  Requiem  Anthem,  "  Blessed  are  the  Dead,"       -      CHORUS 

11  .  Benediction,  BEV.  ELKAN  COHN,  BABBI 


BY  THE  BAND 

BEV.  BOBERT  MACKENZIE 

CHORUS  AND  AUDIENCE 

BET.  WM.  M.  KINCAID 

CHORUS 

BEV.  B.  C.  FOUTE 
BEV.  T.  K.  NOBLE 


"Rock  of  Ager,,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  : 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  that  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Save  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure. 

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2,     Not  the  labor  of  my  hands, 
Can  fulfill  the  law's  demands ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite   know, 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save  and  thou  alone. 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 

When  mine  eyelids  close  in  death, 

When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 

See  thee  on  thy  judgment-throne, 

Rock  of  Ages  !    cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


Steep 


Steep. 


Sleep  thy  last  sleep, 

Free  from  care  and  sorrow, 
Rest,  where  none  weep, 

Till  th'  eternal  morrow  ; 
Though  dark  waves  roll 

O'er  the  silent  river, 
Thy  fainting  soul 

Jesus  can  deliver. 
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2. 


Life's  dream  is  past, 

All  its  sin,  its  sadness, 
Brightly  at  last 

Dawns  a  day  of  gladness  ; 
Under  thy  sod, 

Earth,  receive  our  treasure, 
To  rest  in  God, 

Waiting  all  His  pleasure. 
Though  we  may  mourn  N 

Those  in  life  the  dearest, 
They  shall  return, 

Christ,  when  Thou  appesrest  ! 
Soon  shall  Thy  voice 

Comfort  those  now  weeping, 
Bidding  rejoice 

All  in  Jesus  sleeping.     Amen. 


,  -to  \9nee. 


Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  ; 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross, 

That  raiseth  me, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 
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2.     Though  like  a  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone, 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  My  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee. 
There  let  the  way   appear, 

Steps  unto  Heaven  ; 
All  that  tHou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given  : 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee. 

BLESSED  are  the  dead,  which  die  in  the  Lord  ;  from  henceforth 
forever  they  rest  from  their  labors,  and  their  works  do  follow 
them. 


*  HON.  WASHINGTON  JBARTLETT, 

HON.  HENEY  L.  DODGE,   COL.  STUABT  TAYLOR,        IRVING  M.  SCOTT,  ESQ., 
HON.  A.  J.  BRYANT,          CLAUS  SPRECKELS,  ESQ.,    JAS.  B.  STETSON,  ESQ., 
CAPT.  W.  L.  MERRY,        CAPT.  WM.  BLANDING,       JULES  CERF,  ESQ., 
HON.  CHAS.  CLAYTON,        CAPT.  W.  L.  DUNCAN,       HON.  W.  B.  FAR  WELL, 
P.  B.  CORNWALL,  ESQ. 


MAJ.  WALTER  H.  HOLMES, 


Master  of  Ceremonies. 


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